Chapter 010: The Might of the Chains, Ruthlessly Killing.

He lowered his head, seemingly calculating something silently in his mind. After a long while, he solemnly said: "The only place where you can obtain tangible benefits is in one location. As for the others, I cannot be certain whether those things still exist. However, you should think it over carefully; as for this benefit, I myself do not know whether it will ultimately be good or bad in the future"

Wu Luo was taken aback, and the old demon quickly explained: "I do not intend to harm you. You are aware of the mystery surrounding this relic. I can indeed confirm that that item is definitely present and will not be taken by anyone else. Whether or not you want it is entirely up to you"

A dull thud echoed, leaving everyone somewhat puzzled; it did not sound like the noise of a magical artifact piercing flesh. Looking further onto the battlefield, one could see Wu Luo extending a hand, firmly grasping the black dagger.

However, Wuluo remained steadfast and unmoving. Even more infuriating was the fact that, despite his words of being parched and dry, Wuluo actually took out a jade essence spirit, held it in both hands in a virtual grip, embraced the origin and maintained unity, and began to cultivate.

The twin ears and mouth of the attendant each emitted a cloud-like sphere of spiritual light, which circled above his head, transforming into a shape resembling three flowers gathering at the top. A magnificent aura surged forth, pressing towards Wu Luo. At the same time, Gen Ben clapped his hands together, producing a crisp sound. A black dagger with dual blades and no handle spun rapidly, trailing long black energy beams that extended several feet, stirring the air as it swiftly slashed towards Wu Luo. Concurrently, Gen Ben clapped his hands again, creating another sharp sound, as the black dagger continued to spin, releasing more long black energy beams that agitated the air, rapidly slicing towards Wu Luo.

I say you are nothing but a waste, too afraid to even say you want to kill me. What is there to be afraid of? Your master, the old man, has absolute power in Ruolu Prison, yet you act like a bully without the courage to be open about it. What use are you? If you are not a waste, then what are you? If it were me, I would directly tell you: I want to kill you!

Wuluo took the initiative to come down, partly because he wanted to see if he could acquire the "Condemn the World" from the old demon. "Condemn the World" is the number one extraordinary talisman in the world, comparable to his own "Drought Fiend Blood Burning," and naturally, Wuluo was coveting it.

Mu Yi Bing Lang said fiercely: "What’s wrong? What are you afraid of? No matter how formidable Tuoba Taotian is, he cannot surpass my father!"

The attendant stumbled forward a few steps, collapsing at the feet of the wooden soldier, eyes wide open in death

Wu Luo looked at his companion, who, like him, was at the Enlightenment Realm. However, while Wu Luo had just recently entered this realm, his companion had already opened three of the seven orifices, far surpassing Wu Luo.

The expression on Mo Zu's face fluctuated between dark and light: "The benefits, well..."

Everyone was taken aback, as m.hetushu.com described a mortal body confronting magical artifacts. They had heard of such feats, but those were only achievable by legendary "great powers." However, Wu Luo was merely a novice cultivator who had just entered the Qi Awakening stage; how could he possibly confront magical artifacts with just his physical body

As Qiao Hu was about to make a move, Mu Yibing Lang immediately shouted, "Qiao Hu, do you still want to do your job as the class leader properly?"

Qiao Hu suddenly frowned: "Wu Luo, have you broken through? Have you reached the realm of enlightenment?"

Wu Luo was greatly disappointed and hurriedly asked, "When will the official decree for the appointed command symbol be issued?"

Qiao Hu hesitated for a moment, and the black dagger, accompanied by a sharp whistle, had already arrived in front of Wu Luo

The guards were also taken aback; this kid actually came up again

However, from the perspective of others, Wu Luo crushed the black dagger with a single hand, leaving everyone stunned and speechless. Since when did Wu Luo become so powerful

This fellow not only remained unscathed for five days, but also managed to cultivate below and even break through his realm. This, this is simply too baffling, isn't it

He was indeed hesitating just now, contemplating whether to take advantage of the opportunity to benefit Wu Luo and devise a means to eliminate him. However, Wu Luo's words left him utterly shocked. Is this a principle that only a small cultivator at the Enlightenment stage can comprehend? This young man's insights are no less than those of my esteemed ancestor, the Demon Lord. What exactly is his background?

Wuluo, when will you return the jade essence you owe me

The old demon leader stared in astonishment, trembling with rage. Under the divine powers of my ancestor, this brat actually broke through! If this matter were to spread, what face would my ancestor have left? Even if no one knows, it would still be a significant flaw in my ancestor's Dao heart.

The expression on Mo Zu's face instantly darkened, his small eyes fixed on Wu Luo, darting around as if plotting something.

Mu Yibing pointed at the surrounding prison guards, who remained silent, their meaning clear: indeed, no one believed that Wu Luo could return. Everyone was already uncertain whether Wu Luo's previous return was merely a stroke of luck. Now, with five days having passed and exceeding several hours, it was evident that Wu Luo was doomed.

If it were the last time, the eloquence of the old demon would have been so powerful that Wu Luo would have been driven mad on the spot. Although the Drought Demon Blood Burning is also the number one in the world, a horse may die but the cart does not fall, yet the Drought Demon Blood Burning has lost much of its power and finds it difficult to resist the tongue of the eloquent flower that has transformed the runes into a tangible form.

Then the attendant furiously exclaimed: "What did you say, you little brat?"

The old demon is employing all his tricks to make Wu Luo fall into madness, in order to regain the face lost from the previous incident

The prison guards watched as the black dagger was about to pierce Wu Luo's body; many closed their eyes and shook their heads, unwilling to witness it any longer. The hope of escaping the abyss of despair was thus lost...

The prison guards surged forward, all congratulating Wu Luo, even Qiao Hu was pushed aside, feeling both amused and helpless

"Qiao Touer, do not wait any longer; several hours have already passed, and Wu Luo is not coming up." Several prison guards familiar with Qiao Hu advised.

Amidst the clamor, Qiao Hu suddenly furrowed his brow, pushed aside the crowd before him, and strode over to the Tai Chi diagram. The diagram had already been opened halfway, and Wu Luo was slowly ascending from below.

Those who were just clamoring that Wu Luo could not return were suddenly left dumbfounded

Mu Yibinglang looked at Wuluo, his gaze growing increasingly sinister. After confirming that Wuluo had indeed broken through to the realm of enlightenment, Mu Yibinglang leaned close to one of his subordinates and whispered a few words. The subordinate was taken aback, exclaiming, "Me?"

He let out a cold laugh and pointed at Wuluo, saying, "The fool is killing people, yet you still haven't captured him for me!"

Qiao Hu waved his hand at several brothers and said, "Why don't you all head back first? I will wait a little longer."

Just two days ago, Qiao Hu was promoted to the head of the class. However, Qiao Hu could not feel happy, as five days had already passed, exceeding several hours, yet Wu Luo still had not come up.

Mu Yi Binglang was also in a good mood, as he would no longer be bothered by this annoying fool. What this fool said was not entirely wrong; why should one be overly cautious? Such a person, if killed, would simply be killed.

Within the palm of Wu Luo lies a chain of hair, concealed from everyone.

Everyone, including Mu Yibinglang, was once again greatly surprised: this kid clearly was at the level of Qi perception when he went down, yet in just five days below, he actually managed to break through

Qiao Hu blocked Wu Luo, looking him up and down for a long time. After a moment of excitement, a hint of a smile appeared on his stern face: "Good, good, you finally made it up."

With a sinister laugh, the follower said: "You fool, go die!"

Mu Yibing's expression was extremely grim, and his subordinate had no injuries whatsoever. Mu Yibing had not even had the chance to attempt a rescue. Such methods were clearly a demonstration of power from Wu Luo towards him!

He angrily shouted at www.hetushu.com: "You little brat, you are asking for death!"

Everyone was taken aback, turning to see the lackey, and then glancing at the grim-faced Mu Yibinglang beside them, they could hardly fail to understand what was happening. Although the prison guards wanted to support Wu Luo, they did not dare to offend Mu Yibinglang.

Wu Luo shook his head, walked over, suddenly smiled, and pointed his finger at the lackey, saying: "Useless, you are only fit to follow behind others."

Everyone knows that Wuluo Juedi is their savior, and no one doubts anymore that Wuluo could survive coming up from below was merely luck

The current strength of the drought demon is incomplete; although it has been appointed as a divine general, it is of little use. As long as one can find a divine talisman of the first sequence in the world, they can forcibly seize another's divine talisman—Wu Luo thought of this and felt a surge of excitement.

Wuluo stood up tall, stretched his body a bit, and nodded in satisfaction. Then he said to the old demon: "Hey, this time we have to make it clear, if you don't have any real benefits to offer me, I really won't come back next time"

What are you waiting for? A sudden voice rang out, and the guards automatically parted. The arrogant Mu Yibing entered with a few followers, saying: "That fool must have died down there. Hmph, I told you so, just a fool, merely lucky. Did you really think he could save the entire Ruolu Prison? A joke!"

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The surrounding guards were greatly disappointed. They had originally thought that Wu Luo's appearance could save them, but unexpectedly, this fool, in a fit of excitement, provoked someone three realms above himself. Wasn't that courting death? Everyone sighed inwardly: A fool is indeed a fool; how could he not understand the situation? Did he have to seek his own demise? Alas!

Wuluo did not hesitate for a moment: "Speak."

The Demon Ancestor's expression changed dramatically: "How do you know so much! You are just a teenager..."

Without the help of Wu Luo, there is at least a fifty percent chance of survival. If one were to offend Mu Yi Bing Lang and Mu Yi Zhuo, then survival would certainly be impossible

The subordinate, timid and compliant, was forcefully pushed forward by Mu Yibinglang. With no other choice, the subordinate steeled himself and walked up.

However, now, with the Divine Ranking in hand, Wu Luo can only attain the title of a second-grade deity, even though he is the number one in the world. He cannot reach the first-grade status. Even if the old demon regains his freedom and fully unleashes "Cursing the World," he would still be unable to contend with Wu and the Book of Luo, let alone in the current situation

Over the past month, the old demon has diligently practiced the eloquence technique, which he had previously regarded as insignificant. Feeling a sense of modest achievement, he encountered the sixth elder of the punishment clan upon his return. The old demon decided to put his skills to the test and effortlessly drove the sixth elder to madness with his words. He immediately felt that this time he had a significant advantage.

Wu Luo smiled without speaking, merely standing with his arms crossed, watching the old demon. The old demon glared at him with wide eyes, for a long time, and finally let out a long sigh: "Well, you are right; after all, how could I not understand this myself?"

At a glance, Wu Luo could tell that he was struggling to make a decision. Why was it so difficult to decide? Having once been at the pinnacle of the cultivation world, Wu Luo understood this mindset all too well.

Wu Luo had already reached the pinnacle of the Qi perception realm, and the old demon's preaching posed no hindrance to him. While cultivating, Wu Luo also took the time to enhance the formation, managing to accomplish both without delay

At this moment, the old demon had fully unleashed the divine power of his eloquence. One could see countless green light runes transforming into deities and demons, some morphing into malevolent spirits, others into graceful fairies, and yet others into alluring enchantresses, presenting a myriad of forms. With just this one divine power of eloquence, the old demon had astonishingly evolved the thirty-six paths of temptation within the demonic way.

After everyone descended, none were not trembling with fear, tightly holding onto their resolve. Even so, they were still driven to madness by the words spoken. In the end, when they returned, it was again the Clear Void Pill and the Demon Severing Array, which could only save half of them

The lackey trembled and turned to flee, but Wu Luo did not give him that opportunity. With a single palm strike, a brilliant light erupted, and under the cover of this light, the hair chains pierced into the lackey's body, instantly destroying his heart veins.

As Wu Luopan sat cross-legged, the old demon opened his mouth, and a myriad of green light runes danced in the air. In an instant, there were cries of ghosts and howls of gods, a sound of unparalleled sorrow. Upon closer inspection, the green light runes were a deeper shade than the last time, clearly indicating that the old demon had put in considerable effort recently, and his eloquent supernatural powers had become even more profound.

Mu Yibinglang's expression was as grim as it could be. Just moments ago, in front of so many people, he had declared that Wu Luo was definitely dead, even arrogantly taking command and mocking Qiao Hu. Yet, Wu Luo walked up alive and well, delivering a resounding slap to his face through his very actions.

"Sarcastic?" Mu Yibing sneered coldly, "Is there any need to be polite to that fool? I am merely speaking the truth. Everyone can see that the old demon is stronger than before. If you don't believe me, just ask them; how many of them think Wu Luo can come up to hetushu.com?"

Beneath the unseen palm of the crowd, the strands of the chain showed no desire to even consume this low-quality black dagger; as the chain tightened, it shattered the black dagger into several pieces

The Investiture of the Gods fell silent for a moment, then conveyed a divine thought: at least one fully capable second-rank divine general must be possessed.

Wu Luo is dead, and Mu Yi Bing Lang is particularly pleased. The surrounding lackeys immediately begin to flatter: "Young Master Mu Yi has eyes like torches," "You are all fools; only Young Master Mu Yi sees the clearest," "Wu Luo? Perhaps one of you will be lucky enough to see his bones next month when you go down."

He chuckled and said: "Old man, you must not be planning any schemes to harm me. I am now your inner demon; you can only rely on your eloquence and win against me in a fair manner to possibly mend that slight crack in your Dao heart. If you resort to other means to harm me, you will never possess a flawless Dao heart."

Even though he unleashed the full power of his divine abilities, he still could not shake Wu Luo.

On the fifth day, after Wu Luo completed the enhancement of the formation, he continued to sit cross-legged in meditation. The old demon had already exhausted himself and could no longer continue speaking, while the myriad of divine beings gradually dissipated. At that moment, Wu Luo's body suddenly trembled lightly, and from the thirty-six thousand pores all over his body, delicate pale golden lotus flowers emerged, filling the room with fragrance and the sound of ethereal music. Above Wu Luo's head, a beam of spiritual light shot up into the sky, officially crossing the threshold of Qi perception and entering the realm of enlightenment.

As Wu Luo was about to walk over, Qiao Hu pulled him back and whispered, "Don't stoop to their level; just give them whatever they want." Qiao Hu also noticed that Mu Yibinglang's followers had opened three acupoints, far surpassing Wu Luo at present. Moreover, Mu Yibinglang's followers had been cultivating since childhood, and whether in spells or magical artifacts, they were certainly stronger than Wu Luo. If Wu Luo acted impulsively and engaged them in a fight, he would undoubtedly be at a disadvantage.

Qiao Hu's anger surged from the depths of his heart, yet he did not dare to unleash it upon Mu Yi Binglang, and could only mutter, "Young Master Mu Yi, why must you be so harsh"

Mu Yi Binglang chuckled, "That is an ancient demon. How many heroes have met their end in front of him? Qiao Hu, are you really foolish or just pretending? Do you think that fool Wu Luo can come back alive? Hehehe!"

The old demon lord was so furious that he was on the verge of spitting blood, his words becoming even more ferocious. The sky was filled with gods and demons, and the howling of the sinister wind made it impossible to see one's own hand.

As soon as he sat down, a divine thought from the Investiture of the Gods arrived: "A master command talisman has been discovered, but with the current strength, it cannot be conferred."